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Honesty Damned her.

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Aleisha was eager to join a colonizing crew or a planetary working team – At 17, she had no experience to speak of, of course, but she had earned her license to drive several types of rig, a motorcycle, and even had her first points in her pilot’s license – She was keen, she was eager as anything.

So, when the form asked her to list any other skills or experience, she openly and honestly reported that she was psychic. Some teams might find that useful.

Stephen, the man who hired her, wasn’t the least bit interested. No, it was Sturn, Stephen’s Khekarian second in command who homed in on her potential. Sturn, one of two killers in the group, a man determined to return to power in an aggressive empire.

Aleisha wasn’t exactly what he was looking for, but she would do. She would do very nicely.

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BLOOD-LUST – from The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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The knife was wet with blood, the handle slippery with it, the huge blade dark and crimson. He was splashed with its color, drenched with its odor. The coppery smell, warm and fresh, filled his nostrils and lungs, exciting him.

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SUCKING IN THE FEAR – from The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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“What did Sevi tell you?” He still spoke quietly, but Aleisha could sense him sucking in the fear that rolled off her in great waves, relishing her anguish. He terrified her. She’d been given no time to prepare, no room to evade, no chance to think. Her answer betrayed her panic as she fought to come to terms with this sudden situation.

“Nothing, she just… ambushed me!”

“Kristi, then,” he said. “Someone made you scared of me.”

“No one. I’ve only met her. Sevi. I thought you were some kind of monster in the city. I saw, but I didn’t know you were Khekarian.”

Sturn analyzed her answer. “Saw what?”

“What you did.”

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THE FIRST THREAT – From The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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Sevi was silent for a long time. “I hope you’re good,” she said at last.

“Sure,” Aleisha responded.

Sevi looked at her. “I don’t believe you. You haven’t the experience to be worth shit. When I walked in there, I terrified you, you looked like a frightened mouse.”

“I wasn’t expecting you, that’s all.”

“And that goes against you. From here on in, Aleisha, the rules are simple. Don’t lie. Ever. Don’t exaggerate your skills, don’t fake anything, or you’ll fucking answer to me.”

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Keep her? Lose her? Why the Clairvoyant?

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Quite simply, I wanted to tie these two main characters together in a realistic way that advanced the story and complicated (in a good way) the plot – Sturn is royalty, and by that, I mean high up royalty – He can choose pretty well any woman in the Khekarian half of the galaxy as his mate, and his marriage will most certainly be to a Khekarian of royal blood with high connections.

Love was never going to work. Aleisha is from the opposite end of society and Terran, and Sturn doesn’t care about emotion or the mentality of young women. What he cares about is power.

Would lust do it? No. My lead villain would just take her and dump her afterwards. Sturn certainly wouldn’t marry her, and he would have no reason to bring her home with him.

So why else, outside of sex, would an exiled prince be interested in a seventeen year-old wanna-be pioneer? She’s totally beneath him. She has nothing to offer. There is nothing that could be deemed of value to him.

This story evolved over many years. Once Sturn gained high connections, I realized that if I wanted to keep that aspect open, I would need to ditch my main character and make the story about Sturn, or find a reason to keep Aleisha.

It took me a year to find this solution, so – please – enjoy it! :D

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The Clairvoyant and the Exiled Prince.

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He needs her. Sturn brought Aleisha into the team specifically for a reason.

Acceptance of perception beyond the five physical senses has ebbed and flowed throughout history. Societies have embraced it, feared it, rejected it, and embraced it again. Right now, in Sturn’s Empire, psi is accepted and utilized.

Sturn has been exiled, banished from the hub of Khekarian Rule ten years before. Capturing a specimen of alien-native that might help the war effort, will go a long way to getting him accepted back within the Imperial Court. Having a psychic’s insights will help him to know the right moment to advance, the right people to contact and guide a safe path for his return to power.

It doesn’t matter that Aleisha is unwilling. It doesn’t matter how bad she is at it. There are truthseers to keep her in line. Anyway, she’s all he’s got.

This is Sturn’s viewpoint in The Khekarian Threat. He has no interest in respecting the thoughts and desires of anyone else. He’s Khekarian royalty, he doesn’t have to care.

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DEADLY SERIOUS – From the Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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One of the women broke away from the activity around the semitrailers and headed in. She was tall and well-toned, dressed like a soldier, wearing the baggy khaki trousers and matching singlet top associated with the military pretty much everywhere. While the outfit and corresponding boots might point to someone playing the part, the belt loaded with equipment denoted something altogether more serious. Aleisha felt her first moment of apprehension.

Her hair was regulation short, almost shaved, but what was there was dark and sleek. It suited her, she had the bone structure and striking facial features to carry it well. Deadly good looks, Aleisha thought, the emphasis perhaps on deadly. The woman looked severe.

Aleisha tuned in to sense what she could, letting her energy expand outwards to gently connect with the stranger. She still hoped the outer image was some kind of display, a pseudo-persona, a toughness to show the world, but it wasn’t softness within that she met, it was a solid wall of vibrant, ruthless energy that blasted outwards with unexpected force.

The presentation was accurate.

No. The presentation was a hint.

Take the soldier, the training, the severity, and multiply that a hundredfold, that’s what was walking towards the office. This woman was all about combat.

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HARSH WELCOME – From The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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Ruthless looked as tired and worn as Tanya. This morning her hair had been a checkerboard of black and white squares, tufts twisted into messy spikes. Now the white squares were ochre with road dust. Knowing it, she ran her hand briskly through her tufts and let the cloud of dust fall away from her. “Christ, this stuff gets everywhere.”

“Down my throat for starters,” Tanya said. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. I want a long hot shower and a long cold beer.”

They headed to the next rig. On the way, Ruthless glanced with interest towards Charlie’s office. “Do you think she’s in there?”

“Who?”

“The newbie, the seer.”

Tanya snorted. “Don’t think about her. She won’t last.”

“Who’s collecting her, then?”

Tanya looked grim. “Who do you fucking think?”

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Eddies of Astral Light and Form – From The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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Thain did not understand the melodious sing-song chirp of mammalian communication, but he watched the pretty patterns form around their heads as the old male and the young female spoke together. Some patterns lived but briefly, others lingered and grew, creating future paths for these strange and alien creatures.

The astral impinged upon both the dense physical plane and his own lighter etheric realm where life was as easily influenced by thought and emotion. In either world, the forms and shapes and pretty colors escaped direct observation. If he truly entered this densest sphere, the physical, the pastel thought designs would disappear and these creatures would become plain and mundane, mostly ugly and clumsy to his eye. If he transitioned to his own realm, he again lost the astral pictures and perception of this world, too.

It was the hues and structure of these astral prototypes that informed him most clearly what their communication was about, although some of the imagery was easier to read than others. The traveling group he had accompanied for half a year thought a lot about eating and a lot about mating. It was not offensive, the members being young people full of life and hunger. Some of them thought about mating nearly all the time.

All thoughts presented pictures. Some thoughts were light and brought laughter. Other thoughts were dark and brought menace.

With the endless patience of his kind, Thain observed the emotions in this room as they sparked and drifted in colorful array, pumping out great swathes of tints and form as the two talked, beautiful eddies breaking away into swirls and ribbons, active for a time in their own right before dissipating. The constants stayed. Renewed thought grew stronger, thicker, denser, building up the colors of the aura into often magnificent rainbows of intent and function.

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There’ll Be a Body – From The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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“Maybe you picked up on something else. Did you consider that?”

His words produced another moment of reflection. “Not connected to the team at all?” She wondered if that was possible and was momentarily heartened. “Is there a maniac on the loose?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“There’ll be a body.”

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